Just you see
three notebooks
Dirty, Next and Done
he was big enough
to write in pen
an old tent
with a view
of the edge
how long the mind
before a tree
becomes the wind
how many poems
an eye or a beak
a black crow
doesn't flinch
I lift my head
to say farewell
the crow speaks long after silence - that's no way to say good bye
ReplyDeleteSomething very Leonard Cohen-ish about this poem & the black crow that speaks beyond the silence.
ReplyDeleteThanks for listening, James & Kristen :)
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